“Any chance of getting out of here?”
Danziger just shook his head at the President’s question. “I’m sorry, Mr. President. We’re keeping you in the PEOC until we know how, who, and that we can block them. The others are welcome to leave.”
“Not a chance,” the President sighed. “If I’m stuck here, so are the two of you.”
Drake had called Lizzy the moment he’d arrived safely. Though he’d asked if she wanted to join them, she’d gone to her office at the NRO to see if she could do anything to help.
Danziger returned to his security console, which left just himself, the President, and Sarah at the main conference table. This being the White House, someone had rustled up a surprisingly delicious meal. Slow-braised beef in a thick mushroom gravy, over baked potatoes with a side of roasted Bruss
